My World of Words

Words! Words! God knows I want to write On every page of every blank book From morning onto night. Then jot on the walls So that everyone can see What I feel and how I feel it, I want them to feel me. Then I want to write On the surface of every stone. When rain carries the ink to the soil, My words will never be gone. The dead will read them Then they'll appeal to God, “Lord, she's no sinner.” “No, just confused and rather odd.” What if my skin was a sheet of my words? There'd be no need to introduce. I'd let the strangers read my body, Leave them free to deduce. Next, I'd write on the ones that I love, Leave not a spot of flesh bare. If I should ever pass without warning, They'd know how much I once cared. I'd write on the sleet, The hail, and the snow, I'd scribble on the sheets, The lamp shades, my pillow. In straightforward language, In covert cryptic code, Scribble, flourish, cross out, and dash Until my brain explodes. Then, I'd collect the pieces, Before the thoughts run dry and fast, Burn them in a fountain pen And make new words from ash.

Leatherina- I am in awe of your talent. Seriously. The idea of writing on everything is so profound and comes from a deep place inside of you. That definitely shows. Also, it's so interesting and really draws the reader in towards suspense. The ending is super shocking a intriguing. I would be honored if you would take a look at my own poetry and let me know what you think:) Thank you so much for sharing!!!